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I think this one's pushing it. Does anyone think that should be considered as 4 words?

What do you people take me for? Some fool who makes up this whole website where he asks people to submit 4 words which will inspire him to pour his heart and soul out for all of you to read, rate and make heavily fun of? And I am just supposed to sit around and let people bend the rules, so that they can slip in a few more words? Think you can through in a few hyphens and I won't know any better?

Ah, well, you are right. I am that easy.

Wait, that makes me sound like a tramp.

I was a tramp for halloween once. The same year as the pet show. Ah, the memories.

That was when I was living in the small town of Cromwell, CT. Anyone reading this who ever lived there, please drop me a line, and you might just win the million-dollar jackpot.

I was in elementary school then. My dad had been transferred to Hartford for 4 years. So I was experiencing small town life.

Each day I rode the yellow school bus to school, played in the school yard with actual grass. Yeah, it was the life. I even played organized sports!!! Wow. Yeah, I was on the Sharks T-Ball team. I was a young Mark McGwire even then.

Well, I was a much different boy in those days. Those were, as my wife likes to put it, my "Don Juan Years." Yes, I was a little heartbreaker. I started the kissing games. I even told two girls (Amy and Rose) that I would come back for them after I graduated high school.

You see, I had to move back to San Francisco. There was no way I could stay and not break their hearts. I had to go.

And they cried. I did my best to end their tears, but they just cried and told me to go. I couldn't stop my heart from pouring out to them.

That moments still touches me to this day.

Wait, where am I? I mean, I don't remember any of it. Well, not that well.

I did tell them I would come back for them. But I don't remember much more than that. It was the third grade. I was still just a lad. My mutton chops still hadn't come in yet. My butterfly collar wasn't really that wide. What was a boy in the 70s supposed to do?

Well, before I ruin the made-for-TV movie they are making out of those awkward years of mine, I think I will just say that whatever wild and unfounded rumors you heard about me, the blonde with the pink bows and the janitors closet... well, it just isn't true!